“I want my phone so I can Google if anyone has died of excessive fucking.”
“Well, you were much more likely to get me to my grave while choking me, tied back in my room, than what I’m doing to you.”
“I might need a safe word, after all.”
“Too bad, because I’ve reconsidered and I’m not giving you one. You can handle everything.”
“But I think I already have a safe word.” He stills, every ounce of his attention fixed on me. “Please,” I purr, batting my lashes.
I say it like a plea, but it rolls off my tongue even softer than one, and the gleam in his eyes tells me I do indeed command his world with a single word.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you when you ask so nicely.” He pulls me closer, sealing his lips on mine, making my heart cease in surrender, stealing the air from my lungs and replacing it with his own.
This thing between us impedes my plan, because my willingness to take Atlas’s love and use it is all gone. I’m taking his love and giving him mine in return.
My strategy for killing Mason and Gabriel employs a flawless scenario for a getaway, meaning they drop deadafterI’ve left the place. But such a scheme won’t ward off the blame from landing on me.
Plans change. Evolve. Or more like mutate.
Two men can’t drop dead of a heart attack at the same time without it looking ridiculously improbable. I’ll take out my targets one by one if need be. I have more than one poison up my sleeve.
But how do I build a life with Atlas on a lie like this?
I lay my head on his chest, his heartbeat luring me into closing my eyes, letting my own pulse anchor to his, syncing as perfectly as our natures do.
“Go out on a date with me,” he croons.
Really?We’ve been all over each other for three days, andnowhe wants to take me on a date?
“And here’s the proof of what too much sex does—brain damage.”
“I’m serious. I want to take you out properly.”
“I’ll think about it,” I say with mock seriousness, and he pokes under my ribs, making me squirm against him. “Lunch?” I offer as a distraction, to wash away the bitter taste of the contrast between his thoughts being centered around me, and mine—around betrayal.
“Honey, if I ever refuse your food or your pussy, shoot me on the spot. That would be an evil twin with zero taste for the most exquisite flavors one could experience.”
“Help me get up, and let me enchant all your senses with a delicious lasagna. You know, just to keep up the streak of you being fed Italian.” I wink.
Atlas presses a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Would you mind if we invite the guys for dinner? We can order takeout. My friends are family, and I would love for you to get to know them better and vice versa.”
He asks for my permission, like this really isourplace now.
“We need to get the house in order because it looks like there’s been warfare in here.”
Atlas chuckles and gets up. With my shaky legs wrapped around him, he carries me to the kitchen.
“We should wear the destruction like a badge of honor.”
“I’m cooking tonight, so I’ll order a few things that I’ll need.”
He stops in his tracks like he got struck by lightning and stares at me, perplexed.
“What about your rule?”
Is he worried if what I told him about cooking only for the people I love is true? How cute!
